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Just A Phase
03:16
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There were never any glory days
There was never a time before the bullshit
Just a wide eyed curiosity at something new
All of the causes that effected us
It's all still here in these rooms
Past the glares of all the kids you don't know
Staring straight into the soul of your unashamed and awkward catharsis
These strangers that become family
the minute that everyone here stops trying so hard
There were never any glory days
It has always been like this
There were never any glory days
It's the people that change and move on
Deciding to grow up and write this off to the folly of youth
Outgrowing that wonder that's something new everyday
Closing the chapters and looking back
With disgust or longing or indifference
It's all in what you choose to see
In this petty revolt
This sincere absolution
It's always been for the glory
It's always been a fucking disaster
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Built To Burn
02:13
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I cannot say I don’t think this should have ever happened
I can't say I regret what we had here
During this time
It’s a season that I won’t soon forget
But now it's time to dig through the debris of what was
Search for the lessons to be learned
From all these bridges that we’ve burned
And search for the lessons to be learned
From all these bridges that we’ve burned
It’s been so long I can't recall
How to open up with no apprehension
Two walls come up where the last one came down
Now it's all coming down
Have I become this callous
Have I retreated too far
Thought I might be further along by now
I swear I put the past six feet underground
But that casket lid is always crashing down
And I can’t help but remember the sound
Search for the lessons to be learned
From all these bridges that we’ve burned
And search for the lessons to be learned
From all these bridges that we’ve burned
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Lost In Translation
02:06
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This is what speaks to me
One of the only things that has ever made sense
In a hell bent world of confusion
If there wasn't this
I would have dwindled into nothing
And it's a language you can't understand
So be the archetype of persecution
Focus all of your hate at the one thing
That keeps me from losing my mind
Don't keep it all to yourself
Why keep it all to yourself?
You were never good at that anyway
Regardless of the irrelevance
Regardless that all the things you say
Could never add up
To anything worthwhile
So I'll let you wander in the fog of misunderstanding
Sick and tired doesn't begin to explain
How done I am with trying to explain
This is our world
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The Order Phoenix, Arizona
We are The Order from Phoenix. We like making music and we'd like to think that sometimes we might actually have something to say that's worth hearing. We don't like cooler-than-you crews, thick-headed-quick-to-punch thugs or the idea that punk/hardcore has to look a certain way or be a certain age. All are welcome, just don't be a jerk. ... more
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